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"FROM OUR HOME THE LOVED ARE G-OING." 

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Music BY HARRY PERCY. Words by ARTHUR W.- FRENCH. 



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From our home the loved are going, 

Out upon lire's stormy sea ; 
And our hearts are sad in knowing 

We shall ever parted be. 
They are seeking other pleasures, 

Far across the ocean's toam, 
Finding other hearts and treasures, 
Loved ones going from our home. 

Chorus. — From our home the loved are going, 
One by one, like leaves that fall ; 
Ever going, softly going, 
Far away from our recall. 
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TEEAL SOFTLY, THE ANGELS AEE CALLING. 

SONG AND CHORUS. 

WORDS AND MUSIC BY J. W. TURNER. 



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Tread softly, the Angels are calling 

Our darling, our brightest and best ; 
I hear their sweet voices falling, 
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FLIRTINQ IN THE STARLIOHT. 

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There is no time or place, they say. 
Where Cupid's power is not ; 

From early mnrn till close of day, 

—In palace or in cot : 

I do not doubt the story *s true ; 
Indeed, 't would not be right, 

For truly, I've been there myself. 
And tarried over night. 



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Sam $locum's 



G-:Et:B2J^T 



CENTENNIAL 



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JUBILUM. 




CTTJlsrE] 17, 1875. 



BOSTON 



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FEINTED BY WARREN RICHARDSON, 

2s6 Washington Street. 







C03SrFI2DB3SrTlA.IL.. 



This book was got up to sell — the public. I expect 
to sell a good many million — perhaps billions. People do 
buy books as nonsensical as this, and after reading them 
look in vain for any compensation. That's not my style. I 
have ordered the binder to insert a lot of 50-cent currency 
between the leaves, to make it worth while to buy, and 
give the reader his money's worth. 

The Author. 



Copyrighted 1875, by Richardson & Conant, 



OTJE QEE^T 



O^iteulil liUial 




'T is just one hundred years 
ago since Grandfather 
Slocum got home from 
the Battle of Bunker 
Hill, where we give the Brit- 
ishers such an all-fired hand- 
some licking, and settled their 
hash for a while. 

I'd like to ask you Yankees 
what you'd have been now, if the British had licked us at 
Bunker Hill. There would n't have been any Seventeenth 
of June to brag of. The great General Court, of Mass. 
would n't have had to vote so many thousand dollars for 
their own entertainment, and so few dollars to celebrate the 
Centennial Anniversary. They could have " divied " be- 
tween themselves enough to wipe off all the mortgages they 
had standing against them. I tell you what, fellow citizens, 
patriotism is dying out in these parts. We're getting rich 
and sassy. The children of to-day are ashamed to have it 
said their daddies ever peddled fish, or worked on a farm, 
or wore their 'shirts a whole week without washing. Our 
women folks are getting mighty stuck-up, too. They can't 
wear anything but silk now. Some of their mothers were 
darned glad to get even a ninepenny calico, at oue time. 



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I've been thinking over this Seventeenth of June busi- 
ness, and when I heard they made such a bad muss of it 
at Lexington and Concord, last April, said I to myself, 

" Slocum ! your granddaddy fought at Bunker-Hill ; the 
granddaddies of some of those who are going to run this 
Centennial Celebration did their fighting at Donnybrook. 
If you don't want this thing to make a fizzle, you've got to 
boss the whole job." 

That's just what I'm going to do. 

1^ Bills for cigars, whiskey, and old Medford, must be 
properly vouched while the party is not more than half 
drunk. Hotel bills settled by note, for a longer or shorter 
time, according to the length of the bills and the " extras." 

As Gen. Grant came on to the Lexington scrape, and 
got such cool treatment, I'd jest like to show him what a 




Gen. Grant reading- my I-etter. 



Sam Slocum can do, who has the fire of Bunker Hill 
crawling through his veins. I wrote Gen. Grant a power- 
ful letter, and sent a man to Washington with it. He took 



it to the White House and gave a lacky a dollar to put the 
letter in Gen. Grant's hand. Here's the answer the Gen- 
eral sent me. Grant knows me. He said I was the only 
Boston man who had n't bored him for an office, or asked 
him to make a speech. 

Washington, May 20, 1875. 
Sam. Slocum, Esq. : Sir, — I got your invitation to be 
present at the Centennial Celebration, on the 17th June. 
I won't go. I have n't got over the effects of that con- 
founded Lexington fizzle. Besides, I see by the Boston 
papers that your people have been reckoning up the cigars 
I smoked, the bill for refreshments of self and suite, which, 
between you and me and good taste, (not the liquors,) is 

small potatoes. * * * Perhaps you can prevail 

on Gen. Sherman to go. If he does, just treat, him well, 
and make the most of him, — as I've no doubt you will. 
Your ob't s'erv't, 

Ultss Gkant. 

I was a little put out with the General, at first, and said 
I'd not give him my vote for a third term. Then I learned 
from Gen. Butler, who is a friend of mine, that Gen. G. 
is n't a-going to run in the next Presidential race. Eight 
years in "Washington, nagged right and left, has given him 
glory enough to retire with. He's smoked out some of the 
low corruption in high places, and is anxious to get away. 

In answer to the invitation I sent to the hero of Little 
Bethel, I was waited on by an intelligent Contraband, that 
I remembered having seen before and behind, who said : 

" Massa Butler sends his compliments to you." 

" Will the General come to our great Centennial Cele- 
bration of the anniversary of the glorious Battle of Bunker 
Hill on the seventeenth of June 1775 when we gave the 
hireling troops of King George the Third particular fits ?" 

" Dunno, sare." 

" What did the General say ?" 



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" He say he*d see." 

"Any one with half an eye can see that we must have 
the General's aid to engineer this thing through." 

P'raps he'll come and p'raps he won't. Jes' as he feels." 

" We can better spare a better man. Sam. Slocum's 
compliments to the General, and tell him that the Centen- 
nial Jubilum can't come off without him. The General 
owns a granite quarry ; that big thing on Bunker Hill will 
have to come down and be reconstructed — in some place 
where land is cheaper. Patriotism has got to skedaddle." 

The next thing was to secure the Governor, who is the 
best-liked man in the State. First I thought I'd jest call 
on him after dinner some day — for even Governors are 
good-natured after they've had a hearty dinner, unless they 
are crowded too hard. But then I thought the Governor 
might not remember me, although I helped elect him ; so I 
concluded to write out a square invitation, telling him of 
all the big bugs I'd invited, which I did, and got my friend 
Col. G. to deliver it. Here's the answer I got : 

At Home, May 25, 1875. 
Samuel Slocum, Esq. Dear Sir, — Your letter of invi- 
tation to the great Centennial Jubilum, on the 17th of June 
next, is received. Recognizing the patriotic services ren- 
dered by your respected grandfather in the tuzzle to throw 
off the galling yoke of tyranny fastened on us by Great 
Britain, and which galling yoke aforesaid we did throw off, 
and hit our enemies in their tenderest spot, — I cheerfully 
accept your invitation, and have ordered a new suit of blue 
expressly for the occasion. 

Your ob't serv't. 

Bill Gastun. 

I learned from Washington that, with a little coaxing, I 
could get Gen. Sherman to come to our great Centennial 
Jubilum. Not having any spare currency to coax him 
with, I determined to try a little " soft soap," and tickle 



him with his book, which just did the business for me. He 
sent word that he'd come. 

I immediately made preparations to receive hinw The 
Mayor got wind that he was coming, and sent word that he 
guessed the City would be willing to go halves with me on 
the expense — if his liquor and cigar bill didn't run up 
higher than Gen. Grant's, which was awful. I immediately 
called on his Honor, and we arranged matters very hand^ 
somely. The sum total of the whole bill is to be doubled, 
and then halved, and the City pays. That will give me a 
share of the glory, with the privilege of deadheading myself 
and friends to the free drinks and lunches, without costing 
me a cent. I call that patriotic. 

The General will arrive on the 16th, and I and Mayor 
Cobb will be in Avaiting to receive him. I bought a pic- 
ture of the General for ten cents, [the bill to the City will 
be ten dollars,] so not to shake hands with the wrong man. 
The Chief of Police will send four extra of his heaviest 
men, to hun-ah when I shake hands with the General. A 
boy of experience has been engaged to touch-off two full 
bunches of ifire-crackers, as we leave the Depot for the 
Revere House. I cautioned the little rascal to reserve his 
fire until he saw the whites of the General's eyes. 

When we arrive at the Revere, the gentlemanly landlord 
will be in waiting with three mint juleps of extra strength, 
three bottles of old Bourbon, two of young ditto, three pale 
sherry, two ditto a little paler, with crackers and cheese 
and salt-fish ad lib. 

Many other distinguished individuals, both white and 
black, have been invited, and promised to come. I am going 
to have this the biggest and most glorious Jubilum of the 
century, if it takes my bottom dollar and all the bottom 
dollars I can borrow. 

I have also engaged the services, for one day only, of 
those two much=talked-of individuals^ — 




The Man who Painted the inside of the State Honne, 

who has won more fame and money than some of the great 
Master Painters we read of. And 




\isw«irhiiiii 

The Man who Gilded the Dome, 

whose labors reflect over a larger and higher area of space 
than those of any other chap who slings a paint-brush. 



As the Women folks performed an important part in the 
making of Heroes and Sheros of the old 75 standard, I 
determined to give them a chance to air their patriotism 
and their summer bonnets at this great Centennial Jubilum. 
But the question was, How to do it ? I have always enter- 
tained the highest respect for women folks. My mother 
was a woman, and I loved her better than old Medford. — 
Bless the old lady's memory ! . . She made the best apple- 
sass of any woman in Slocumville. 

I concluded to hire a big car, and let the handsomest 
women take the front seats, and the homely ones the b^ck. 
But I know that plan won't work. It's in opposition to 
female nature. King Solomon said— -and he had consid- 
erable experience among 




The Women, 



'* It's a darned sight easier for a two-year old colt to go 
through an inch hole in a barn-door, than to make a homely 
gal give up to a handsome one, when she feels she had n't 
ought to." 

As my great Centennial Jubilum will bring half a million 
people into Boston on the 17th June, I made a friendly call 
on tlie Presidents of all th« horse-railroads, to see what 



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their plans were to accommodate my friends who wanted to 
ride into town that day. The Metropolitan man received 
me with his well-known politeness, — invited me to " smile," 
and handed me a 25-cent cigar, made of the best Connec- 
ticut tobacco of his own importation. He said the Metro- 
politan meant to be " equal to the occasion," as usual, and 
did n't mean to refuse any one a ride who had the necessary 
six cents or the company's pasteboard. 

" But there '11 be a million people in Boston that day, 
and half of them will want to ride in your cars." 

"^You'll find \x& fully prepared." 

The other horse-railroad companies were fully prepared, 
too, as they always are on such occasions. But we're a 
good-natured people. 




lE^qual to the occasion.' 



In anticipation of the great rush, the Metropolitan and 
other companies are increasing the number and size of their 
cars, and hiring every decent-looking chap that oflfers him- 
self for a conductor's position — insisting only that he shall 
stand up for the company, wear a clean collar occasionally, 
and keep an eye to leeward, to catch the nods of the pretty 



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girls. They have also increased their salaries, without 
abridging their opportunities of purchasing gold watches and 
diamond rings. 

H^ By the kindness of the Society for the Prevention of 
Cruelty to Animals, the horses of all the companies will be 
allowed to wear their own tails during fly-time. 

Letters have been received from the owners of Me- 
nageries, Circuses, Punch-and-Judy Shows, Street Bands, 
Hand-Organ Artists, Pea-nut Venders, Traveling Corn and 
Bunion Cutters, Quack Doctors, and others, proposing to 
join the Grand Procession. In the classic language of the 
Poet of the Future, I say, 

" Come one. come all — 
Both great and small," 

Except those with red hair, who on no account 
will be admitted in the procession at all. 

As this is no every-day affair, but the Jubilum of a Cen- 
tury, it is expected that people will come prepared to make 
a day (?f it. Women folks will leave their knitting at 
home, but bring their dinners with them, for Boston will be 
hard pushed to feed all the open mouths that day. 

As the new license law will be in operation, the Spirit of 
old '75 and 76 will be the only kind of spirit allowed. 

There's no use in any one getting excited, and heating 
up their blood about trifles, just because their grandfather 
got killed at Bunker Hill. He'd a-been dead by this time 
any way, and what's the use of groaning about it. The 
poet says, and he ought to know, " It's bully to die for one's 
country." 

I now proceed to lay before the citizens of the Hub and 
adjoining towns, including Chelsea, the following 



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PEOGEAMME, 



The sun will rise a little earlier than usual, on the 17th, 
because there's so much to go through with. The weather 
will be warmish. Flannels and overcoats may be left at 
home. Umbrellas may be wanted, but it's better to borrow 
them. 

The Great Day will be ushered in politely, by ushers 
engaged for the occasion. At sunrise all the church bells 
will be rung by electricity, at the City's expense, and every 
person found in bed by six o'clock, will be fined one dollar, 
the money to be used to erect a splendid monument on 
Boston Common to Jack Frost. 

At 6.55, those who intend to join the Grand Procession, 
will assemble in the places designated, as follows : 

People from South Boston will assemble on the Milldam, 
and there await in patience the Organizing Committee. No 
profane language or serious puns as to place assigned, will 
be allowed. 

People from Charlestown will assemble on the Coliseum 
grounds, and there await the pleasure of the Chief Marshal. 
It is hoped that the venerable porcine citizen of Charles- 
town, who on this day appears in gala trim, will be treated 
with couFtesy, and no allusion made to his face, or behind 
his back. Little boys and small men will govern them- 
selves accordingly. 

The people of Chelsea are fully alive to the importance 
of being well represented, and have engaged three corps (es) 
of the Undertakers' Guards for escort. They will please 
form in a solid body and take possession of the Granary 
Burying Ground, and there await the signal to depart. 
The Old South bell will be tolled at the appointed time ; 



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when each corps will file in silently, and take up their line 
of march. 

The people from Dorchesler and Roxbury will assemble 
in the Square, at Charlestown, and hold themselves in read- 
iness to join the procession as it crosses the two Bridges. 
It is hoped there will be no pushing or squeezing, as every 
citizen of Roxbury and Dorchester will be watched by a 
jealous policeman. 

The women of Boston will remain at home and practise 
hospitality — not Deer Island hospitality, but the Boston 
kind, which entertains angels and abolitionists unawares. 

THE MUSIC 
I have engaged for the great occasion will be immense. I 
employed skilful and experienced men to stump the entire 
New England territory for first-class talent. The result is, 
I shall have every bald-headed musician of acknowledged 
genius, that can be found. We lost several, by coming in 
competition with Barnum's agent, who wanted them to rep- 
resent a great moral enterprise of some kind, that he is 
at work on, to make the hair grow on bald places. These 
bald-headed musicians of acknowledged genius play on any 
and every kind of musical instrument that was ever heard 
of, besides playing into each other's hands, wherever a ten 
cent piece can be made. There will be six full bands and 
six bands half-full. They will meet under the Big Elm for 
rehearsal, at three o'clock, on the morning of the 17th. Be- 
fore commencing, every man will be invited to drink a 
glass of Cochituate from the Brewer fountain, at the City's 
expense. Two hours will then be devoted to Yankee 
Doodle^ the well-known Yankee Doodler whistling the solo 
and chorus, having kindly volunteered for the occasion with 
boots, which will tap the finale. Two hours more will be 
spent in getting ready to begin. 

At precisely 7.25 of Park Street clock, 



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Shall Enter the Common by Park Street Gate, 

Fully Dressed for the Occasion : 

(A Clean Shirt, Paper- Collar, New Toothpick, &c.) 

followed by my Illustrious Consort, 




Mi's. Jerusha Penelope Slocum, 

(The Daughter of her Mother.) 

The m asses of people assembled will 'shout and hurrah 
at my expense. Big Guns will be let off (for half an hour) , 
crackers will be fired and eaten. The two Fountains will 
be allowed to play, after their long vacation. Second-hand 
corn-balls will be given to the toothless. The six full 
bands will strike up Yankee Doodle, the six half bands 
ditto. Amid the general hilarity, a solitary horseman will 
enter through the West Street Gate, prance up towards 

the ah, (" Good morning, madam !") rein up in front 

of the assembled million, take off his hat, and receive the 
respect due 



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His Excellency Gov. G. 



Another solitary horseman will enter the Common, over 
the Tremont Street curb, and curb up his steed at the Frog 
Pond. He will be attended by two stalwart trusty aids, 




billied with the insignia of their office. After the noble 
animal has quenched his thirst, the savage-looking rider 



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will pay his respects to the Governor, getting a receipt there- 
for. He will then proceed to organize. Fifty hand-organs 
will enliven the crowd by some familiar duets and strange 
doinffs, not down in the programme. The band will play 
a lively quickstep, dedicated to the Horse Railways, entitled 
" Through Temple Place." When all is ready I shall give 
the signal, and the 

Grand Centennial JuMlum of 1875 
Will DPoceefl In Procession to Ciiarlestown. 

TAe Route of Procession will be governed by the inclination of 
. the Chief Marshal, and will necessarily be tortuous,— as he 
is sure to lose himself in our parallel streets. 



SECTION FIRST. 

Determined to " go the entire animal," the Chief Marshal 
of bur Procession will be an 




Original Citizen of Charlestown, 

of irreproachable character, that has n't read a word of the 
Brooklyn Scandal, and don't care a pig's tail who wins. Of 
course our citizen will want gl] the honors, hog like. He 



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will comprise the entire Section, walking on all fours, and 
playing the Grunt March, interlarded with variations and 
scraps, bristling with melodies of " The H(h)in(e)d." 



SECTION SECOND. 

Reporters of the Newspapers will, be present in force, 
with implements of their profession, and perform some orig- 
inal graphic pen-and-ink sketches. I intend to give these 




Apostles of Fact and Fiction 

a Grand Dinner, at Young's, on the evening of the 17th, — 
on which occasion pea soup and other rich viands will be 
dispensed with reckless prodigality. In return for which I 
shall expect a due amount of glorification. 

In response to an advertisement in a New York paper, 
for an original American Orator, of the spread-eagle kind, 
(Massachusetts having supplied the entire Union, since the 
Declaration of Independence, and is consequently run out,) 
out of 26,007 tenders, I selected the tenderest, and set him 
at work on an Oration and an Ode, both of which I trust 



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will be acceptable, as I paid him 2 dollars and 92 cents fot 
the MS., and have sold it to a New York magaziner, for 
their Christmas number. Boston papers — beware! 




The Orator and Odist of the Day, wlxo came from New York 
by the Night line, deadheaded to Bunker-Hill. 

Next in order comes our 




Standard-Bearer and the Caterer, 

Both representative men and graphically represented. 



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That particular friend of mine, Gen. Sutler, who takes a 
lively interest in Massachusetts affairs, and is known as the 
" war-horse of the old Democratic party," which (the party 
and not the General) " went up " a while ago, but is down 
now, — will be present in character, mounted on 




Kosinante - Bucephalus, 



a second cousin to the famous Bucephalus-Rosinante we 
read of in history, — an old-experienced charger, as is also 
his owner, as you would say if you knew 4iow much he 
charged me. Gen. Sutler was a famous rad- 
ical abolitionist, at a time when it cost a man 
all he had or ever expected to have, to enter- 
tain the idea that a nigger was a black man, 
and not a monkey ; and that Sambo had rights 
that could n't be left to the chances of which- 
ever party that won. No, sir-ee ! Gen. Sutler 
waved the red-white-and-blue over the niggers 
who gathered under his wing. Each became 
Eeconstmcted, although a darkey still. Brave Gen. Sutler ! 
The old Bay State never took stock in that spoon story. 




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(General Sutler will be accompanied by his little friend 
Sim, who occupies the lucrative position of port-collector of 
Uncle Sam's customs, and is considered a fair to average 
sort of chap, that ain't easily humbugged. 

SECTION THIRD. 

As this Section will be our trump card, I selected three 
of the bald-headest of my bands, to entertain the brave 
General Sterman front and rear. They will play his famous 
battle piece of Georgia: "■The Grand March to the O," and 
perform some brilliant skirmishing round about the A and 
B. The police have orders to keep the General from being 
annoyed by those politiqal bummers who besiege our big 
men when they visit our City. 

General Sterman will be accompanied by his Big Gun, 
(in two vols.) which has made such a 




Terrific Onslaught 



on the brown-paper heroes of the War, and went through 
Major Generals and minor Generals, common soldiers and 



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uncommon soldiers, members of Congress and Contractors, 
Red-Tapists and Indian Agents, small potato Politicians, 
and et ceteras. A corps of Undertakers will be in attend- 
ance to gather up the tattered reputations that strew the 
General's path. 

At this point of the Procession, the Boston Mutual Ad- 
miration Society will present Gen. S., through their illus- 
trious president, Toady Lickspittle, Esq., the congratula- 
tions of their Society on the success of his Book. 

As the day will be hot, and brandy punches, sherry cob- 
blers, kerosene leg-twisters, and similar cooling drinks, can- 
not be had, I have engaged thirty of these ingenious 




Refresheners, 

who will promenade up and down the lines of the immense 
procession, dispensing good-nature and an exhilarating tonic 
to the assembled million. It is equally beneficial to man 
and beast, if taken with moderation in mugs provided for 
the purpose. This is my philanthropic dodge. 



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Conscious that the day will be 
warm, and that the patriotic spirit 
of our citizens will exhibit itself 
in sundry various ways, I have 
adopted the wise suggestion of an 
esteemed miner friend, that the 
procession shall come to a dead 
halt on the bridge, or when half- 
seas over, and there draw-up a 
few cold water resolutions, that 
the Spirit of '75 and '76 never 
meant to include the freedom of 
old Medford ; and that Union is 
not strength, when the spirit is adulterated ; which will be 
unanimously adopted, with considerable warmth. 




Amid the booming of cannon, the firing of crackers, the 
grinding of hand-organs, the beating of kettle-drums, the 
screeching of the American Eagle E Pluribus Unum, Esq., 
the three sections will cross the bridges to Charlestown, and 
be joyfully welcomed by the Mayor and people, who will be 
drawn up in a hollow square, each individual with a posy in 
his button-hole. 

Silence will be restored, by a well known Doctor, and the 
Mayor of Charlestown will embrace the Mayor of Boston, 
the venerable porcine citizen will be presented on all fours, 
and unanimously voted the freedom of the City. 

Gen. Sterman and Gen. Sutler will be presented to the 
Mayor, who will grant them the same honors as the porcine 
citizen was grunted. 

The Sage of Pratt ville will then be introduced, and de- 
liver his great lecture on "The harmonious combination of 
Castor Oil and Cochituate ; its merits as an Astringent and 
Deobstruent— applied to a glut of postal currency and proud 



fat." The people will be kept awake by the booming of 
cannon in the Square, loaned by the Navy Yard. 

I shall then advance, supported by Mrs. Slocum on my 
right and some moral reflections on the Scandal on the left, 
and present 

The very Last 

OF THE 

BATTLE 

O F 

found in Beverly, living in dark 

obscurity and the most 

shameful neglect, 

The knowledge of which has roused the patriotic people of 
Charlestown to the highest monumental pitch of fury, and 
culminated in Beverly by an avenging judgment. 











:E*-Au:mTiK:ii, A.1^ isroTXs i 




^a SAY, YOU: 

If a feller gets Cut, 
or Burns hisself, or 
has a Bile, or any 
other darned Sore, 
jest let him buy a 
boxofEEDDING'S 
RUSSIA SALYE. 
That '11 cure him/' 



A StiflGicate from old ^Bije Hacmetack. 

Mister Redding, — That ar Russia Salve you' make is a puty 
good thing. I've gin it a tolerable sarching trial, and I kalkilate there 
aint nothing in the healing line that kin ekil it, you bet. My Sally 
used to be dreadfully troubled with Chilblains, but sence she tried your 
Salve, her feet hain't worried her a bit. My old woman would sooner 
be without pork than not hav Russia Salve in her kupburd. She 
says doctors aint no 'count side a box of your Salve. Them's my 
sentiments. But what I rit you this stifficate for is about my youngest 
boy Bijah. You see, he's jest like all boys, skyroysterin' round, into 
evry darned thing that kums inhis way, when one day — I reckon he 
wont forget it for a spell—he went and sot down in a tub full of biling 
water'^by mistake. Jerusalem ! you never did hear such a yell as that 
ar boy set up. It warnt harf a sekond fore he histed himself out of 
that tub, you bet. Widow Slopper, a neighbor of ourn, heerd the 
burnt critter yell, and in she burst. " Massy sakes ! what on airth 's 
the matter V She soon found out. " Get th^ Russia Salve— tear 
oflf his trowsers — stop your yelling — get the flour box and we'll kiver 
it all over first— then put on RUSSIA SALVE." * ^^ * She's 
an awful spry woman is Widow Slopper. Well, Mister Redding, not 
to take up tu much of your valuble time, jest as soon as Russia Salve 
cum into collisyun with his allfired sore bottom, he hawhawed right 
out. " O that's bully ! It don't smart a bit. Hooray ! " You don't 
know how tickled the little cuss was. Well, it warn't more 'n a week 
afore he war well as ever— which war all owin' to Russia Salve. 

P. S. I wish you'd send me your fotygraff. Our minister wamts 
to put it along a lot of other benny factors he's gut. 

Noti/ Beany. Widow Slopper warnts your fotygraflF tu. Don't 
you send her, kos she'll tell everbody it's a pictur of her deceest 
husband Slopper, who warnt known in these parts never. 

Yours to command, BUB HACMETACK. 



The 'Potheearies, the Druggists, the Grocers, 
sell Redding's RUSSIA SALVE, and praise it. 



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